Attempting to explain what a band like Titus Andronicus sounds like when you are at a bar drinking tequila with friends is the conversational equivalent to wrestling a herd of apes for a bowl of Reese’s pieces. It went something like this:
Me (slurring): “It’s like someone captured a bolt of black lightening in a 40oz PBR bottle, and then the bottle exploded and killed everyone in sight… Yeah, just like that.”
Friend: “Great idea, I’m pretty sure they sell those here. I think i saw that cute chick by the Foosball table with one.”
Me: “Wait. What? No… The band. Its like if Conor Oberst met Johnny Ramone, and before they kicked each other’s asses they made a record together in a subway tunnel… Or maybe one of the circles of hell, i haven’t figured that out quite yet. But we should probably get some PBR.”
Friend: “Wait, what era of the Ramones. Cause the stuff post 1988 blows. Oh shit, I think that’s my ex girlfriend. WHAT ARE YOU DOING, DON’T LOOK!”
Me: “Dude, that’s totally not her. Wait, is it?”
Friend: “….. No, I don’t think so. Looks too short. Jesus, I might be having a heart attack… So this is a punk band then?”
Me: ” Not quite punk, not quite indie rock… it has balls though. You will probably either love it or hate it within 30 seconds of listening.”
Friend: ” Heh, balls…”
Me: “Balls. Might be one of the best records I’ve heard this year.”
Friend: “Titus what?”
Me: “Titus Andronicus, its from Shakespeare or something. Check it out.”
Friend: “Whatever, weren’t you supposed to get us PBR.”
Me: “Wait, was I? Would it be weird if i talked to that girl that looks like your ex-girlfriend.”
Friend: “Hmm, Probably.”
Me: “Balls…”
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